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Wedding Journey

 
I went on a journey
I went on a journey
I went to find a power animal
a guide for my friends 
power for their marriage 

I went with love
I went with love
to seek a gift of guidance
to seek a gift of power
for my friends
for their marriage 

I went with pride seeking
boldly paddling
my silver canoe
I would bring a gift of power
I would bring a gift of guidance
to my friends
for their marriage

In my canoe I had tokens
so the animal would know them
and willingly come with me
to be with my friends
to be with their marriage

The drum is beating boldly
it carries me in my silver canoe
between rock cliffs
in a place of surge and spray
my heart is beating boldly
this wild place cannot harm me
I go empowered by love
the underworld I visit
for my friends
for their marriage

between rock cliffs I come
to the edge of the world and over
monstrous falls of churning water
through the spray and wild cavortings
of my silver canoe
into the maelstrom below
 there are whales dancing
cavorting in their pleasure
I look at them and doubt it
in my pride I don’t believe
these black and white wild creatures
are killer whales
I see it but I doubt and pass them by.

In the underworld I am now
in the place of spirits
under a cliff I’m sitting
by the restless ocean
and I’m wondering and waiting
for the animal of power
to take to them
to their marriage

and I wait and I grow restless
and I realise my folly
my pride is my undoing
my will’s a chain around me
and I know what I must do

I call to the power of the rising sun
I call to the spirits of the east
and I humbly ask for help
I call to the spirits of the south
and I gently ask for guidance
I call to the spirits of the west
and I ask for what I seek
I call to the spirits of the north
and tell them I alone can’t do it
I call to the sky and the moon
in the name of my friends
I call to the earth beneath me
in the name of my friends
in the name of their marriage

and a small bird comes to see me
it looks at me and knows me
its feathers are black,
its belly is red
it will speak to them
it will give them guidance
it’s here for my friends
it’s here for their marriage
 another bird comes to me
its eye regards me coldly
it is an eagle
it is a huge one
its here to protect them
its here for my friends
it’s here for their marriage

and now the ocean splashes on me
it’s the tails of the whales
they are laughing at me
that in my prideful folly
I ignored them
They are orca

creatures of power
creatures of wisdom
they are the first and the fourth
they are the power animals
they are here for my friends
they are here for the marriage

I ask them to come with me
but how’m I going to carry
such huge and awesome creatures
to the sunny world above?

But trusting now I paddle
my silver canoe upwards
the orca coming after
laughing all the while

it comes up underneath me
and on its back I’m carried
with the wind quick rushing past me
to the sunny world above

Orca willingly came with me
it came to give them power
it came to give them guidance
it gives them its protection
and now in love and celebration
I gladly give him to them
to remember him and seek him
when the need is on them
to remember him and seek him
in this time of jubilation
to remember him and seek him
for all he asks in payment
is to share this upworld with them
in the time that lies ahead.

 

— weirdelf, Jul 10, 2007

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Region, Country: Sydney, Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: The Romantics, The Mersey Sound, The Beats and, of course, The Bard

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barbsdad2003

18 years 11 months ago

Beautiful!

I sense an aboriginal influence here. Thanx for sharing, Chuck
Q

Quillsvein1

18 years 11 months ago

visionary experience

This poem is one of fruitful risk; you resurrect the ancient role of poet as shaman and transcribe an experience of visionary illumination without needing an intermission in your narrative. It is a pleasure to follow and certain lines ("But trusting now I paddle/my silver canoe upwards/the orca coming after laughing all the while/it comes up underneath me and on its back/I’m carriedwith the wind quick rushing past me/to the sunny world above..") Compulsive, rich reading. Great job
C

Conect11

18 years 11 months ago

thick and spiritual

you are, mein freund. Funny that before I read your comment about shaman's I thought "this is like a trance, and rhythmic in that way." Sincere and uplifting and yet cautionary, I felt a wariness in this write, perhaps a wariness of the whole marriage process? Just my thoughts. I love how you painstakingly acknowledge the smallness and arrogance of man, and his need for divine intervention. (don't get all pissy with me cause I alluded to the "G" word... you know... GOD!) lol, have a good laugh buddy :) (God does love you) An excellent write. Mark
RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years ago

Journey

There was most definitely a hypnotic quality to this piece; the languid language of a spiritual trance. Ruminative wanderings into a world few souls dare admit exists. Sometimes I want to steal your words and hide them in a box in the back of the closet. On rainy days, I could dig through all of the old sweaters, far too many pairs of shoes, and pull out the box to lose myself within the syllables. Best, Ronda
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years ago

LOL, feel free! My poems are a gift.

Strange thing about this one. You notice I did not feel able to respond to anyone's comments? Don't know why. Not the most personal or revelatory of my poems. cheers, Jess
Mark

Mark

16 years 4 months ago

Mania can be spiritual..

I wonder a relationship regarding mana? This is certainly going to be facinating. Your poem here is filled with excitement (as it should be imo) as I read nonstop. Thanks Mark "some things change, some things do not"
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 4 months ago

no etymological relation, mark

mana is a polynesian word with similar connotations to chi. but I bet a lot of shamans have something different hapenning in their noodles! 8) Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible
Mark

Mark

16 years 4 months ago

you are a stars

thanks for the oppertunity to say that ;) Mark "some things change, some things do not"
Mark

Mark

16 years 4 months ago

lol

Thanks..lmao, you are a one of a kind and that's a first for me to see, love that! Mark "some things change, some things do not"
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

You know what I think of

You know what I think of this poem; I shared Watermana & its youtube presentation with every group I belonged to. Important and beautiful work for the individual and the collective consciousness, for which I give thanks. ~A